Category: contemplations
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Do you Remember?
Do you remember?There was no sadness then.The world was wide, endless, filled with only now.Did you trust?Yes, I trusted the presence. I felt it in the wind, moving through the trees.It whispered through the branches,sang hymns in my head at bedtime.It warmed my skin in the golden light.It was always there. I was a child…
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Time, Space, and the Gaps Between
Do we move through time, or does time move through us? The world spins, moments pass, and yet we often feel stuck between what was and what will be. How do we stay present while everything around us shifts? Can we be still while traveling through life’s currents? Our bodies function on their own—breathing, beating,…
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The Drive to Create
Today I was watching a flock of geese in the sky and was stopped by the beauty of how they just ‘are’. They simply do what they were meant to do, as does everything else in nature. But while animals and plants follow their natural course, we humans are different. We are driven—sometimes even haunted—by…
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The Mystery of Being and the Fleeting Dance of Life
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In Varanasi, children play at dusk, embodying life’s fleeting nature. The author reflects on existence, the mysteries of consciousness, and the balance between our temporary presence and profound awe.
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You Cannot Have Your Time Twice
There are moments when a simple sentence holds the power to shift perception entirely. This evening, as I revisited some of my favorite texts—words that I return to time and time again for their depth and continued revelations—I stumbled upon a phrase that struck me with fresh intensity: “You cannot have your time twice.” How…
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The Windows of Memory
Yesterday, someone asked me how it felt to recall childhood memories of Lebanon. Without hesitation, I answered with two words: ‘warmth and melancholy’. But the question didn’t leave me. It followed me throughout the day, unraveling layers I had not fully acknowledged. The truth is, my relationship with my first home is not just tinged…
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The Fading Lines of Home
I left Lebanon as soon as I completed my university studies, and since then, the distance between us has only grown. With time, the memories blur, like images once sharp now softened by the weight of years. At times, I wonder where home truly is, only to be met with silence. The idea of home…
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The Illusion of Time: A Journey Through Zeitfeld
How real is time? From the first moment I wake up, time seems to be on my mind. It’s light outside— it must be after seven. Or it’s dark, and I wonder if I can sleep a bit more. Then I get up, look in the mirror, and there is time written all over my…
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The Eye of the Storm
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There is a palpable sense that we are standing at the edge of something vast, or perhaps already in the middle of it. A shift, a breaking down, an unraveling that so many feel yet struggle to define. Conversations echo this sentiment everywhere—the world is showing its fractures, and the unknown looms like a shadow,…